Date: Sun, 20 Sep 2009 14:23:45 -0400
From: tommyhawk1@aol.com
Subject: Computer Tech 2045
COMPUTER TECH 2045
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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Dave was riding a PPT on his way to work when the call came
in. "Damn!" he said and lifted his left hand to his cheek. That's all he
had to do, in this year 2045, the phone was built into his hand
(micro-technology), the tip of his middle finger held his earpiece and the
pad of his palm near his wrist was his speaker, so his entire hand made up
the phone. "Dave here." he said.
"Got a bad situation over at Cal State University's Frat Row." came
the response. "The Delta Iota Kappa house."
"Computer virus?"
"Yeah. Ray Per Gamma-3, near as we can tell."
"Shit!" Dave said softly. Hitting a fraternity with that virus
was...was very bad. "I'm on my way."
"Priority being sent to your PPT."
Dave's PPT (Personal Public Transportation) resembled something like a
small golf cart, it rode on a track inset into the road, many were
trundling along empty, simply moving along until someone nearby summoned
one, when the nearest empty PPT would pull in and let the person
aboard. Once inside, the rider typed in his destination and the PPT would
ferry him directly to his destination. Though impractical for long
distances, the PPT network let city commuters travel nearly as well as
their old gasoline-powered cars would have four decades earlier, the PPT's
automatically distanced themselves out evenly so accidents were minimalized
and on less-traveled areas, the PPT would reach speeds of 40 miles per
hour.
But with PPT Priority, Dave's PPT started breaking all the
rules. Other PPT's pulled over to let him pass and his PPT sped up to
nearly 70 miles per hour. As in a golf cart, this speed had its frightening
aspects, but it got him to the Greek house in less than five minutes after
the Priority signal arrived.
Several frightened young men were standing outside their fraternity
house, Dave went up to them first. "Anyone still inside?"
"Yeah, at least four." one of them replied. "May be some visitors as
well."
"What system nanoservers does your house use?" Please be Version 6.0
or higher, please, please, please, he said softly to himself. If it was
Version 5.2 or older....
"We have 5.1." one of them said. "We were raising funds to upgrade,
hosting events and such. We had a party last night, we think that's when we
picked up the virus; we had a lot of strangers inside, tried to keep them
away from the input ports but you know how it is...."
"Yeah, yeah, I know." Dave said. "Where's the nearest input port from
the front door?"
"All the way upstairs." the frat guy grimaced. "We didn't want
visitors playing with our system."
"Upstairs." And them with the Ray Per Gamma-3 strain running the
nanoservers crazy. Four hostages to the virus. Poor fellows. "How many
nanoservers do you have operating?"
"I don't know. Lots. We were throwing a party, we borrowed nanoservers
from the other frats." Nanoservers were small, simplistic machines, each
only a couple of microns across. Their usefulness came from their operating
in bulk, with a centralized computer operating them (the one now infected
with the virus!), they could form upon request any item of furniture you
happened to need. Needed a chair? The nanoservers would form into one,
their small size and micro-sized adaptation to your body making them feel
as soft or as firm as you preferred or needed. Wanted a stove? The same
nanoservers would morph into one, and clean itself as quickly as you made a
mess. Your only limit on the nanoservers was how many of them you owned
(they wore out fairly quickly)...and the fraternity had "lots" of them, all
now at the mercy of the virus!
"All right." Dave sighed. "You've cut the connections from outside?"
"Of course. They kicked in automatically." the guy seemed
offended. "Should have kicked in before getting us, the software just
didn't do it this time."
"Ray Per Gamma-3 defeats any anti-viral software with systems lower
than 6.0." Dave supplied.
"We know that. We were trying to upgrade." the guy said. "Please, can
you get our guys out, at least?"
"I'll do what I can." And Dave plowed into the house.
Stepping onto the nanoserver carpet was like trying to walk on water,
the carpet was rippling and splashing over his feet. If he could get to the
stairs, he could at least face only limited amounts of nanoservers.
"Hey! Hey! Over here!" came a shout.
Dave looked over. Yep, the Ray Per Gamma-3 beyond a doubt. This house
had it, and had it bad.
The frat jock who had spoken up was about nineteen years old, a
sturdy-looking stud with a tousle of blond hair, a lithely muscled body,
with bulging biceps, broad shoulders and massive thighs...none of which
were helping him right now. The nanoservers around him morphed into the Ray
Per Gamma-3 form. Instead of being a couch or a refrigerator, the
nanoservers had formed into a large, gruesome-looking demonic figure which
had the hapless teen firmly by the waist, with a fiercely large dong driven
into the jock's ass. Other claw-tipped hands held the human in place while
the "nanodemon" fucked him hard and fast. The dick the nanodemon formed was
able to stimulate the prostate gland in ways a human organ just couldn't,
and the poor college jock had an enormous boner which one hand was pounding
for him. The teen was being held in mid-air and viciously rammed as he
moaned and groaned.
"Please, mister, get me out of here! Oh, God, not again, not again!
Oh, oh, oh, OH!" and the jock's dick sprayed another load upon his already
come-splattered stomach.
Poor guy. But his best bet was getting upstairs and shutting the
entire system down. Dave kept moving toward the stairs, but the "water" he
was wading through was turning into mud, slowing him down. Slowing him
down.
He just reached the stairs when the nanoservers figured out who he
was. Shit! The mud turned into tentacles that wrapped around his ankles and
threw him down. His hands were on the lowest riser on the stairs, no
further. This wasn't going to be pleasant!
The tentacles wrapped higher and higher around his body. As they did,
they formed fingers that began to probe at his clothes. Searching for how
to open them. His position wasn't the standard "dress me" mode, so it took
them a moment, during which he got half his body up the stairs, his waist
and above on the stairs, his hands on the third riser (barely), his lower
body still on the floor.
Behind him was forming the nanodemon. His clothes were beginning to
fall away as the nanotentacles undressed him.
His pants were now down to his knees; they weren't being ripped from
him, just removed. A faint dust surrounded Dave, the mist of broken-down
nanoservers, this rough treatment used them up fast. But there were "lots"
of them in the frathouse, and they now had a nanodemon formed up just for
him!
Dave felt the hard nanodong probing at his ass and he grunted. A
special micro-installation in his anus kicked in, spurting in lubrication
for him. After all, he'd had to go through this before!
A thick, hard, wide, long cock slid into him, thanks to the
lubrication, it was as smooth as butter. "Ah, ah, yeah, you damned virus!"
Dave grunted. "Come on, give me that hard rod of yours, drive in deep and
drive it in hard!"
The nanodemon was still operating partly on the computer program that
responded to the owners' very request. The nanodemon began to fuck him just
as fast and hard as only a machine running a crazy programmer's virus
program could do it!
"Oh, oh, yeah, harder, harder!" Dave moaned. "Damn it, I need more
than that. Give me something to suck on!"
The nanoservers were less on the stairs, who needs a stove on the
staircase, they usually formed nothing more than an anti-slip carpet. But
they obliged, a cock-shaped shaft began to slide upwards from the risers
toward him.
"Yeah, yeah, come on, bigger, longer, I need to deep-throat you, come
on, come on!" Dave grunted. "And give me a couple more to play with as I
suck and am fucked!" He was rocking from the hard fucking he was getting,
but his specially-adapted body was up to the task. He felt only a pleasure
that most humans couldn't match from this rough nanofucking. His cock was
pulsing. "And give me a blow-job while you're at it!" he grunted as he
reached his mouth for the nanoprod in front of him.
As he sunk down on the magnificently formed (in every detail
human-shaped) dong, he felt the lips of the nanoservers reach up and begin
to service him. As they did, even the nanodemon fucking him seemed to shift
into gentler gear. The dust of expired nanoservers continued, wafted away
by the air vents but still present. He was using them hard.
And he kept on doing it. That nanodemon dong in his butt made him come
and come hard! He grunted, rammed himself back against, it, more, more,
more! As he did, the nanodemon paused, the grip on him shifted, briefly
left him.
Good. Dave took the opportunity to scramble up the stairs. His cock
touched the nanodong he had been sucking on and it tried to grab him by
that, shit, he was getting hard again already! The nanoservers were as
scarce on the stairs as he expected, but they stroked at his body as he
climbed, the nanoservers had drained one load from him, they would toy with
him for a few seconds, seeing how he was crawling deeper into the fold
instead of fleeing from it.
He made it up the stairs and almost to the door of the room with the
"Nanoservice" mark emblazoned on it. The programming room. He needed to get
in there. But the nanoservers were renewing their attack.
Just shy of the door, he was taken down again, and a new nanodemon
formed behind him.
He used his hand to push the door open. Inside were the controls for
the house computer.
And the three other missing frat boys. The nanoservers were thick
inside, there were like six or seven of them ravishing the studs. One guy,
black-haired and more lean than muscled, had two nano-demons ramming him
from both ends, another couple were double-donging a black jock as they
held him upright between them. The third guy, a shorter, but heavily
muscled brown-haired powerhouse, sucked one nanodemon while he was milked
steadily by a second one beneath him who was finger-fucking him.
The nanodemon behind Dave shoved it in and Dave sighed, moaned, and
grunted. "Yeah, damn it, fuck me, fuck me, hard!" Dave urged the
nanodemon. "Shit, I need another cock to suck on! A real cock! I want a
real cock, give me one of them!"
He got the hoped-for result, the nanodemon lifted him up, Dave's lower
body was still at the nanodemon's waist, and he made it into the room in a
"wheelbarrow" position, walking on his hands.
The jocks being gang-fucked saw him and moaned. "Oh, God, you're the
tech they sent us?"
"Yeah, that's me." Dave said.
"You got to help me, man!" the black guy wheezed. "Aw, shit, I'm
coming again! AH-AH-AH-HAH-HUH, GUH-HUNNNH!" And he splattered the
nanodemon in front of him with hot pearly jizz.
"How can they keep us coming like this?" moaned the guy on his knees,
as he fought briefly free of the nanodemon's dong in his mouth and
throat. The nanodemon grabbed him and shoved it back down his gullet.
"Special chemical generated by the virus." panted Dave. "Enhances your
desire."
"Sure does." the black guy panted. "What can we do about it? We can't
get next to the computer to shut it down."
"I know how to handle it." Dave grunted. "Ah, shit, I'm going to cream
again!" Still in his "wheelbarrow" position, Dave moaned and splattered the
nanoservers on the floor. A flurry of dust spewed up as the nanoservers
ingested the sperm, and self-destructed, so much dust to be sucked into the
vents.
"So tell us before I get split in two!"
"You can't beg them to stop!" Dave panted, his head swirling from his
second climax. "You have to wear them down." And to the nanoservers, he
said, "Come on, give me another dick to suck on! I need cocks, more cocks!
Give me cocks!"
And as he had hoped, the nanodemons broke off their assault on the
three jocks. And began to ferry the four men together.
"What are they doing?" the brown-haired short stud moaned.
"Guiding us into an orgy." Dave said. "We have to make them think we
love it, that we can't get enough of each other or of them."
Dave ended up in the middle of this pile. Now he had the black guy's
cock up his butt, while the black-haired guy was kneeling in front of his
face, and the brown-haired guy was under him, sucking on Dave's prick while
Dave slid this second dong in next to the black haired guy.
The nanodemons hadn't stopped, one began to fuck the black stud
ramming him, a second crept up behind the black-haired guy. The
brown-haired guy moaned as the floor itself shifted to shove a dong up his
butt.
Good, good. Ramp it up even more. "Give me some to pump on." he
ordered. Two nanodemons generated themselves to comply. "And some for my
friends. I see some empty mouths here!" he said.
More nanodemons rose up to supply the need. The black guy said as the
dong slapped his cheek, "You'd better know what you're doing."
"Shut up and suck. And hard as you can. Wear them out." Dave said and
he dove back onto his double-dong helping of college jock puds.
The nanodemons did most of the thrusting, all the three frat studs had
to do was ride them to shove their own puds into Dave. Dave suckled them
happily. Nanodemon cock was part of his job, but this...he could really
love sucking hard teenaged dong!
The three teenagers with him had youth and virile vitality on their
side. Dave had his enhanced body to deal with the increasingly
sophisticated viruses that preyed on the nanoserver-driven society that
Mankind had built.
The black guy had summoned up two more nanodemons to flog their
cocks. The nanoserver dust flew all about them. These four were using them
hard!
Dave squirted jizz into the mouth on his cock, and more squirted into
his mouth from the two he had there. The black guy grunted as he pumped
another load into Dave's ass.
Dave gulped down the spunk, looked about briefly, and then scarfed the
puds down his mouth yet again. That's it, guys, he thought to them, keep on
fucking, sucking, jerking those cocks. If we can do it long enough....
He came again, and again over the next hour. But he was seeing the
results! A nanodemon being jerked by the black guy crumpled and fell to the
floor. The black guy grinned and sped up sucking the nanodemon he had in
front of him, and it quivered, holes appeared in its form.
Dave risked letting go. "Come on, guys, we're nearly there now. Keep
going, keep going."
On and on, it took another load from Dave's prong but that was
enough. Only two nanodemons were left, the black guy and the brown-haired
guy took them on, let them fuck their asses while Dave and the black-haired
guy got to the console for the nanoserver control. The blond guy from
downstairs came limping up while Dave was typing in the commands. You had
to do this manually, it was part of the virus' weakness. Immune to voice
controls, its programmer had overlooked the simplicity of the console
input!
When he was done, the nanodemons disintegrated into the floor, leaving
two studs on their hands-and-knees and two more slapping Dave's back. "That
was fabulous, man!" the blond-haired guy said. "You saved us, fucking saved
us."
"Yeah." Dave laughed with the others at the inadvertent joke. "I
fucking saved you all."
"Man, what can we do to repay you?"
Dave looked at the four naked and thoroughly fucked studs, and his own
cock rose up. "Well, I still have some of that chemical running my cock up
to high velocity. You guys feel the same way?"
Four hard dongs said all it all, with four grins above them. Dave
smiled and said to the house nanoserver computer. "We're going to need a
bed here. Better make it ten foot across and round."
And the nanoservers, now completely subservient, moved to comply.
An hour later, Dave was back in a PPT, headed in for the office. His
phone rang. "Yes?" he said to his left hand/phone.
"Got the virus again." came the answer. "Hit Police Precinct 18 a
half-hour ago. Got a dozen policemen in there and two dozen or more
convicts in their holding cells."
And Dave sighed. "I'm on my way. Hit Priority PPT for me, will you?"
His cock stiffened a bit. Policemen a-plenty, and a muscle-bound
drug-runner or two thrown in for variety.
The life of a computer tech wasn't for everyone. But Dave wouldn't
have it any other way.
THE END
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